Your Commander-in-Chief – Chapter 229

Wandering around with the Rusty Iron Sword equipped, I couldn’t find any opponents aside from myself.

Could it be because the map is just too big? With 100 players in the game, it felt like there were way too few people.

Instead of running into anyone, I managed to farm quite a decent number of items.

I came across leather armor with better defense than the clothes I was wearing and bandages to recover my health.

It was a bit of a bummer that I couldn’t pick up more items since I was already at max capacity for what I could carry.

“Hmm…”

In the top right corner, kill logs were popping up frequently, indicating that fights were breaking out, but still, there was nobody around me.

Sitting aimlessly in the crumbling ruins, I felt as if I had been dropped alone into a world that had fallen apart.

The signs of humanity were starting to fade, and it felt like the environment was set to reflect a time when those traces began to disappear, completely surrounded by fallen buildings.

Moss and vine plants were flourishing through the cracks, wrapping around the white bricks, and broken pottery shards were scattered along the roadside.

Tap-tap—

Just then, my sharp hearing picked up the sound of something moving nearby.

It was a light and agile set of footsteps.

Two distinct sounds were repeating steadily, and it was definitely human footfalls.

Finally met someone.

Another user aside from me.

I swallowed nervously and crouched down.

The footsteps that had been circling around were gradually fading away.

Since they weren’t coming towards me, it seemed they had no idea I was here.

I walked slowly along the wall, silencing my breathing and footsteps.

The busy footsteps of my opponent seemed to be aimlessly scurrying around, perhaps looking to farm items.

Scratch scratch—

Thud thud—

Tap tap—

A mix of walking and running footsteps.

I carefully poked my head out from beyond the stone wall as I followed the sounds.

At that moment, I spotted a man rummaging through the stone floor between the half-collapsed buildings.

He wasn’t very tall. Just slightly over 170 cm, he had a lean and thin frame.

A body that could move easily.

The moment I spotted my opponent, the battle had already begun.

The boredom I had felt just moments ago vanished.

A faint sadistic urge stirred within me, bubbling up.

A suitable amount of tension aids in a fight.

My muscles in my arms and legs tightened as my heart raced, heightening my excitement.

While my body was full of adrenaline, my mind remained calm.

Smack—!

The moment he bent over, focusing on farming items, was my chance.

I quickly leaped over the stone wall and made a dash toward him.

As my light footfalls echoed, the man jumped up, startled.

But it was already too late.

I was right in front of him, and my sword was swinging down with his neck in sight.

Despite being heavily rusted, the blade was sharp.

It was an outrageous sound, but perhaps it was the game’s allowance.

Swish—!

A powerful slash.

The opponent was left dumbfounded, making no move to defend against my attack.

Slice—!

The feeling of the blade hitting home was sharp.

The sword pierced into his throat, tearing through flesh and erupting with crimson blood.

But my movements didn’t end there.

The opponent’s posture was shattered.

With no chance to retaliate, they prepared a large attack.

As I regained my attacking stance, I shifted my weight from the left to the right.

A forceful change in trajectory invoked another strike.

The rusted iron sword that had cut through the opponent’s neck twisted unexpectedly, cleaving through their upper body.

Slice—!

With a definitive second attack, my opponent fell without even a scream.

1 Kill! yeon111 → KingPotatoSweetPotato

I checked the kill log that popped up in the upper right.

The opponent had met their certain death.

The man had become a cold corpse.

As I looked down at the body, I started to search it.

In a Battle Royale game, it’s standard to farm the items from your slain foes.

I took the bag from the incapacitated man and slung it over my back.

Since I didn’t have a bag anyway, I was planning to use his stuff outright.

Inside the bag were health potions, bandages, and a trap setting kit.

There were also various pieces of armor, but most of it was useless clutter.

I stripped the man of his clothes.

His outfit had quite a high defense rating.

[Deer Hide Jacket]

Durability 78/100

Defense +2

Agility +1

[Bear Hide Leggings]

Durability 88/100

Defense +2

Strength +1

[Ruins Sandals]

Durability 90/100

Movement Speed +5%

The sturdiness was incomparable to the worn leather gear I had been wearing.

The matte leather provided solid coverage for my slim thighs.

The last step was swapping my weapon.

[Iron Dagger]

Attack Power +1

Agility +1

[Iron Dagger]

Attack Power +1

Agility +1

Dual daggers.

These were the ones hanging on either side of the man’s waist.

I looked back down at the rusty iron sword in my hand, deep in thought.

Dual daggers.

A symbol of defeat, for sure.

But purely looking at the item’s performance, it would be the right decision to take these dual daggers with me.

My hesitation didn’t last long.

I preferred performance over jinxes.

Those who fell while wielding dual blades must have simply lacked skill.

Nodding at my own thoughts, I quickly moved away.

In a Battle Royale game, the areas where users can roam become limited over time.

That was the case for VRS’s Battle Royale mode too.

[Water is starting to rise slowly.]

With a hazy message appearing in front of me, sections of the ruins became tinted blue on the mini-map.

It seems the ruins will eventually be submerged as time progresses.

I started looking around, moving toward higher ground.

Just as I was racing ahead,

A click— and something shot up from right under my feet.

A hard iron spike.

My leather sandals got pierced right through my foot.

I was more worried about the lost health than the sharp pain.

If it wasn’t a naturally respawned trap, it meant a user hiding in this area had set it up.

I quickly scanned my surroundings and made a fast exit.

But with holes in both feet, my speed had slowed significantly.

The movement speed penalty would linger until I treated my wounds.

“Phew…”

Furthermore, bloody footprints were left behind on the ground.

What a troublesome situation.

In a rush, I dashed into a small building in a corner.

The air reeked of rotten dirt and musty mold inside.

I sat on the floor and removed my sandals.

The durability of the sandals was already in tatters.

I threw the sandals into the corner and pulled out bandages and a potion from my bag.

My small, dainty foot had a gruesome hole torn in it.

If Mom saw this, she would’ve probably cried her eyes out.

I bit my lip and began treating the wound.

Pouring the potion over the gaping hole in my foot, I wrapped it with a bandage.

Once I finished treating both feet, I wiggled my small, white, tender soles.

The dulled sensation was gradually returning.

My recovering health was picking up quickly, so if I can get a little rest, I’ll be good to move again.

Then I heard it.

A faint set of footsteps from not too far away.

Scritch— scritch— scritch—

A very slow and cautious approach.

It was a sound I wouldn’t have caught if I hadn’t been alert.

The one who set the trap. An enemy, no doubt, who was eyeing my life.

I drew the dual daggers hanging at my waist.

Their keen edges glimmered in a faint blue light.

Scritch— scritch—

The previously faint footfalls were becoming clearer.

That meant the opponent was getting closer.

I closed my eyes, recalling the surroundings I had seen before entering the building.

The road leading outside the building and the stone wall that followed on the opposite side.

There was a trap set just beyond that wall.

Scritch— scritch— scritch—

Judging by the sounds, the opponent was currently hovering near the wall across the road.

Close enough to touch if I fell over.

At a full run, I could reach this building in under two seconds.

But my opponent was cautious.

Holding my breath, they didn’t move as if assessing my condition.

Not the kind of situation I’d experienced in Deron, and the thrill was exhilarating.

I curled the corners of my lips into a grin.

If they wouldn’t approach, then I’d go to them.

I set down the bag slung over my back.

I needed to minimize weight for a swift movement.

I steadied my breath and quieted my heartbeat.

Thinking through the optimal route for entering, my plan crystallized.

Run, jump, and thrust.

The mission was flawless.

Tap-tap—!

The moment I kicked off the ground, the small footfalls echoed everywhere.

Without shoes, cold air rushed up through my feet.

As I burst out of the building’s entrance, I could hear my opponent’s sounds clearly.

The spot where the trap had been set.

There, lurking beneath that wall was my target.

Without hesitation, I propelled myself upward, leaping.

My slight frame gracefully landed atop the wall.

As I glanced down, our eyes locked; a man was gazing up at me.

He was wearing a solid steel helmet, but beneath it was a leather jacket.

His pants were even made of cloth, giving him a rather ridiculous appearance.

From his overall build, it was easy to discern the opponent’s gender.

Another man.

I felt a wave of annoyance wash over me.

Frowning, I leaped down towards him.

“Whoa!”

Was it the unexpected surprise attack?

The opponent seemed shocked and hastily drew their weapon.

A katana with a notably sharp edge.

It looked a bit unique, but it certainly resembled a katana.

Finally, I’d found a usable weapon.

Eyes gleaming, I spun in mid-air.

Like a saw blade, I swung the dual daggers in my hands, slashing at the opponent’s body.

Piercing deep into limbs and torso, I followed through by plunging the daggers into his waist and thighs in one continuous motion.

The fluidity of the attacks drained the strength from his body.

But he wasn’t dead yet.

His eyes still glinted with life, and his blade was aimed at me.

Taking a hit wouldn’t be too problematic.

The sturdy leather jacket would likely absorb considerable damage.

But I didn’t get hit.

In a situation where any opponent could pop out, I needed to avoid any strike I could.

As I fell toward the ground, I rolled to avoid being hit.

At that moment, the katana blade swept over where I had just been.

Swish—!

“Whew…”

That attack had been the opponent’s final desperate strike.

After swinging the sword, he slumped down, gasping for breath.

Then he turned to me and managed to speak.

“You, you are…”

“Do you know me?”

“Flying Murderer…”

If he recognized me, I might’ve considered sparing him…

But that was just the ramblings of a lunatic.

Do not approach. Instead, I picked up a suitable-sized rock from the ground and hurled it at his head.

Thud—!

2 Kills! yeon111 → cobet42

The opponent had surely met their death.

I cautiously approached and picked up the katana that had fallen to the ground.

[Muramasa]

Attack Power +4

Agility +3

Strength +1

Stamina -1

“Oh…”

I had obtained a named item.